After Xia Yuan and General Zhongli of Dachu separated, they continued to deepen with the finger guidance of "Navigation Treasure".

He walked on the cold land of the secluded and quiet place of the West like an ordinary traveler. Because the ground was shrunk into an inch, it might cause unnecessary trouble and miss his real goal.

On the evening of the third day, an "open-air altar" appeared in front of the two.

The dark and light are dull, the blood river condenses into a vertical and horizontal red pipe, and the broken limbs, broken arms, heads, and hairs accumulate into mountains. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is hell.

But the open-air altar was empty.

Xia Yuan's eyes swept quickly, and then stopped on the stone platform where the central emperor sacrificed, Ning Bao's fingers were designated.

It seems that the "you can't see me, I can't see you" is now on the stage again.

Xia Yuan looked at the sky and the twisted sunshine had been swallowed up.

It's late at night.

The night in Xiyou is the complete home court of the strange power and chaos god.

Xia Yuan did not rush forward, but instead took two steps back and walked into the periphery of Xiaolinzi nearby.

The silk swam silently to all sides, skillfully woven into a new generation of "spider-web-style" improved hammock, and he lay comfortably on the hammock.

He pillowed his head, raised his legs, drank fresh water and ate dry food, and hung his treasures on his side obediently.

The pale moonlight seemed to penetrate into the deep water bottom, creating a twisting and twisting feeling in the air, and the twists and turns made everything more bizarre.

The desolation of the West is like a deep sea. When the light falls here, it is not only distorted, but also dimmed a lot.

After resting until midnight, suddenly there was a rustling sound of footsteps in the distance.

Xia Yuan opened his eyes strangely. Nowadays, there are not many people walking so honestly.

In a place like Xiyou, does it make a sound when moving space?

At this time, he was at the realm of the great master of the Heavenly Soul. His spiritual consciousness was released and the gods had no thoughts. The movements and stillness around him suddenly entered his mind.

A girl's voice sounded: "The prince must have taken this road the day before yesterday. He and Gu Gui should have come back long ago after picking up the grain."

Another old man's voice: "Miss, it's different now..."

"Uncle Zhao, brother is a very good assassin, and there has never been any accident in this road. I suspect that brother may be trapped."

"Miss..."

"Uncle Zhao, let's go quietly and take this safe road. We will never take the initiative to provoke anything. If we can't find the prince this time, I promised... I will go back directly and never look for him again."

The old man sighed deeply. The brother-sister love was deep, and the young master was the only support for the lady. He was missing. It was not easy for the lady to endure it until now to search for it. So he did not dissuade him. He rubbed the Emperor's wood carving on his chest, grabbed the wooden carving on his eyebrows, and whispered: "May the Emperor bless us."

The girl named Yan Ya suddenly felt awe-inspiring, showing a pious look, and grabbed the Emperor's wood carving embedded in her chest and pressed it against her eyebrows: "May the Emperor bless you."

The Western secluded transformed into a strange country.

Both gods and Buddhas are useless.

The only one who survived can believe is the one who was the original one.

The one who is unknown.

But like the emperor.

So it is called the Emperor!

At this time, Xia Yuan was lying lazily on the spider web hammock, Ning Bao stuck out his tongue and hung on the side, his cute legs hung in the air, and his pupils were staring blankly in the distance, and a tear mole on the corner of his left eye showed a bit of weakness.

In her sight was the distorted and cold moonlight.

Soon, the two men who spoke whispered into her sight, and in the distance was the open-air altar.

This is a Yan Ya who wears a black tights, and an old man dressed in the same clothes. Black clothes facilitates movement and achieve visual concealment as humans believe.

Suddenly, Yan Ya noticed something, arched her body like a cat, and walked gently to the outside of the altar. She saw two shriveled human-shaped rotten flesh. The human-shaped rotten body was covered with holes and covered with blood, giving people a feeling of blood bursting from the inside to the outside, penetrated the seven orifices and all pores until the man died miserably.

Yan Ya stretched out her trembling hand and slowly reached into the rotten neck, fiddled with the bloody Emperor Wood Carving, which was bloody, touched the rotten waist again, revealing half of the serrated jade pendant.

This half of the serrated jade pendant is exactly the same as the one hanging around her waist.

Yan Ya's pupils suddenly became wet, and a strong grief instantly hit her heart. Her mouth opened slightly to cry, but she quickly reacted by herself, covering her left hand suddenly with her mouth, and at the same time she entered the highest state of vigilance. The three dark virtual wheels behind her appeared, and the blood force entered a state of rapid consumption, but it also brought her into one with the darkness around her.

When the old man saw this, he hurriedly restrained his breath. Obviously he didn't know how to use Yan Ya's mysterious skills, but the method of hiding was pretty good. Then he looked at Yan Ya worriedly. The lady's whole body was trembling, tears flowed, and her teeth were biting her hands tightly, not crying, for fear of disturbing anything.

Suddenly, the surroundings became quiet.

Xia Yuan, who was originally lying with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes and looked at the girl, reaching out to gently pick the half of the serrated jade pendant on the waist of the shriveled corpse.

Smack...

The lanyard is broken.

This was just a slight and slight sound, but it was like thunder in this quiet night in the west.

Xia Yuan moved directly.

And something moved in the distance.

The old man suddenly changed his face, and Yan Ya also showed fear.

This is just a thought.

A thought is only 0:018 seconds, and time is just enough for the five sense nerves to be transmitted to the heart and produce emotions.

At this moment, the old man and Yan Ya had just felt fear in their hearts.

A terrifying transparent figure appeared behind both of them at this thought, and his big hand twisted at the same time as this thought, and he was about to twist his neck.

In the void.

Two magic hands burning black flames appeared almost at the same time at this time of 0:018 seconds, turning into fists, like two black dragons, passing by the old man and the girl's ears. The flames contracted extremely, and their power control was extremely perfect.

The black dragon and the big hand twisting his neck collided fiercely.

Bang!!!!!!

The two roars combined into one place, as if the heart of heaven and earth was subjected to electrotherapy, and suddenly hopped violently!

In this fight, the transparent figure did not appear, and it was obviously not enough to show its figure.

Xia Yuan didn't use all his strength either. He didn't want to fight with that thing in the dark at this time.

The left arm was pulled back casually, and the old man and girl who were like small figures were brought into their arms, and then disappeared from a very far away.

Ning Bao sat on his shoulder, staring at the direction behind Xia Yuan, motionless, as if he was looking at a pair of eyes in the darkness in the distance, and for some reason, the terrified transparent figure did not chase after him.

From beginning to end, the old man and Yan Ya only walked through three thoughts in their minds.

The first thought is fear, I don’t know what happened.

The second thought is confused, but I still don’t know what happened.

The third thought flew away? I still don’t know what happened.

During the terrifying battle between Xia Yuan and that time seemed to have become extremely slow, and it was only then that it returned to normal.

Silently, he had already fallen and put Yan Ya and the old man on the ground. In the dull eyes of the two, he did not hide and directly withdrew from the deep, showing the young knight's appearance of a painted skin, which was just painted skin anyway.

With the desolate moonlight, the old man and Yan Ya saw the appearance of this young man.

The black hair danced wildly, moving without the wind, and the whole body was filled with a magnificent and handsome temperament. With steps, it was like a god and a demon walking on the earth.

Xia Yuan bounced his fingers and the half of the serrated jade pendant turned into an arc in the air and fell into Yan Ya's hands.

Then, he waved his hand casually: "Go back, you shouldn't be here."

Yan Ya and the old man looked at each other, as if they had recalled the scene just now, the black flame, the magic hand... and the calmness of being able to walk alone in Xiyou and confront the strange power and god head-on.

The two of them suddenly felt blessed to their hearts, and they knelt down on the ground together, performing a great crawling ceremony, and trembled in an incredible voice: "See... I've seen the Emperor."

Xia Yuan casually said, "I am not an emperor, but just an ordinary traveler passing by here."

"this..."

Yan Ya and the old man were stunned, but in Xiyou, almost most of the remaining people knew that the Demon Hand Demon Flame was the emperor's signature, and no one in this world could be as good as the emperor.

As for why such a demonic existence is regarded as the Emperor of Heaven by them, the answer is very simple. If the gods and Buddhas are not kind, the demons will be the emperor.

Xia Yuan took two steps and suddenly remembered that he might be able to collect some information through the remaining people here, so he turned his head and asked, "What's the situation in Xiyou now? Have you ever seen a girl wearing black armor with a vermilion bird pattern and holding a Fang Tian painting halberd?"

Yan Ya held the jade pendant, and passed by the appearance of the figure she believed in, and was double-stimulated in her spirit and had temporarily walked out of the grief of losing her only relative. She cleared her throat and said, "Emperor, can I invite you to the nearby underground town? More than 100,000 of your people have survived here. They must have the information you need to know."

Xia Yuan didn't want to be trapped by a title of faith, so he said, "I am not your emperor..."

"OK..."

Yan Ya didn't say much, but from her tone and expression, she was basically sure of him.

Xia Yuan returned with the two of them. To be honest, he was also a little curious about how these people lived underground in Xiyou, where there was such a large space for them to live in.

After one stick of incense.

In front of the cave.

Yan Ya carefully moved a huge rock that blocked the door, revealing a dark and faint hole behind it. The hole was flashing with a slight light, and there were some slight folds in the space, and there was a faint light coming from inside.

Three people walked in.

This place should be the belly of the mountain, but it has become a cliff. A simple stone tablet erected on the edge of the cliff, with the three words "Hope City" engraved on it.

Further away is the simple outline of the town outlined by lanterns, while in the middle of the town there is a burning bonfire and a huge statue.

In the firelight, the statue had an imperial crown and a blurry face, but the two hands were completely different from the ones I imagined. It was an extremely huge demon hand, and the demon hand and even the arms were all embossed with scattered demon flames.

At this time, there were many people surrounding the statue of the Emperor, crawling, whispering mysteriously, burning incense and worshiping, and worshiping devoutly.

Xia Yuan glanced at him and knew that this was his own tyrant form.
Chapter completed!